You. I just... this is good. I'll be fine in a second.

[Swallowing, Dick takes a deep breath and truly kisses Bruce on the lips, soft and eager but keeps his mouth closed, so that there's heat but not desperation. He traces his fingers through the slightly tangled bits of hair that have fallen forward to cloud and shadow the beautiful blue of Bruce's eyes. Brushing it back, Dick smiles and pushes out another long breath of air.

He sits up a little bit, and turns away to grab the bottle of water he left at his bedside before they settled to sleep. It looks like they got four hours, which is hardly something to shake a stick at for them. Taking a long sip, Dick turns back to Bruce.]

Thank you. I've never really had anyone here that understands.